(1980 memoirs)
And yet Frankie had her romance. A man named Spencer Carrier (I think) thought a lot of her and wanted to be married. She told me about it once and said so pitifully, "But, you see, I had to care for Mother. She was sick and had to have care. And I couldn't leave her." I could only nod. No use to make suggestions: --Couldn't you have all lived together? --Couldn't something be worked out? Water over the bridge and all long ago.
December 22, 2012
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